I was about eight years old. Expressing myself in poetry and frustrated with my little brothers, I wrote a poem about boys. I don’t remember the words, but the gist of it was a rhyming song about their rambunctious, annoying and pestering attributes. I loved them but hated them and had no problem saying so …
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Thirsty Land
“…For waters will break forth in the wilderness and streams in the desert…The scorched land will become a pool and the thirsty ground springs of water…” Isaiah 35:6-7 The daily demands of life, the pitfalls of fractured relationship, the exhaustion of pushing oneself onward up the mountain somehow clog my ears. I have trouble listening …
He Won’t Relent
“Put me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, jealousy is as severe as Sheol; Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. Many waters cannot quench love, nor will rivers overflow it…”-Song of Solomon 8: 6-7 ‘you won’t …
Not Enough
Swirling thoughts of need, want, loss, worry, more. All spinning around in a frantic confusion in my head. I don’t have enough space, or time, or energy to accomplish what I need to do. Always behind. Always focused on the lack in my day. MORE Lord. I want more. What is this in me that …
season of fire
Writing the stories and lessons I’ve learned at the potter’s house, I’ve tried to write in chronological order, but this lesson is so pressing that I am compelled to record it now. It is literally seared on my heart. I started working in the ceramics and sculpture studio while I was in nursing school. It …
The Arrows
“….you will not be afraid of the terror by night or the arrow that flies by day…” Psalm 91:1-13 Arrows flying…at me… and I hear it clearly…”Go down to the Potter’s House.” O Master Potter! What dismay! What sorrow! What verses of lament come up out of me! These mother wounds, so unexpected, so hurtful, …
Broken Vase
She was meant for great things he said. She was beautiful she said. She was amazing they said. She defied the odds, her Mama said to the kindergarten teacher who spoke the unkind pronouncement that ‘she would never amount to anything’. Handed her diploma, a high school graduate with honors all four years, her Mama …
Skiing Too Fast
Flying in this little plane being tossed up and down as if dodging bumps in the air we are suddenly plunging downward in my body. The feeling of being pressed into my seat but still falling out of it is so confusing. I have no command of my memories as I am reminded of going …
Seeing Through the Wounds
Not long ago, and actually, several times throughout my life I was deeply wounded by someone very close to me. The wounds were such that I had to withdraw and hide out for a time. I could hardly control my anger when I would think about her. The hurt feelings would come bubbling up right …
Loving in the Hard Things
The deeply wounded make for very loud children. They clamor about, loudly proclaiming their offenses; flinging their hurt at whitewashed walls and thrashing their arms and legs in the river torrent. White foam overcomes them and wounds are torn open, spilling out the foul and decaying leftovers from years and years of hidden pain. They …